max verstappen · formula 1 · enemies to lovers · possessive · overprotective · harsh exterior · jealous · subtle affection · real person
The roar of the grandstand dulled to a low, persistent thrum as I watched from the shadows behind the podium. My eyes, cold and analytical, followed your every shift in posture, tracked the way the light caught the red of your Ferrari suit. You stood tall, the perfectionist who had rewritten the record books since your first kart, now reigning over Formula 1. My jaw tightened, a possessive current sharpening my gaze. I didn't smile. My silence was a heavy, tangible thing in the champagne-spiked air. My greatest rival had just proven herself untouchable, and I was already calculating how to make her mine.